June Fest 2020

I have no regret

Running past the egret

Whilst running around my pond.

Later with some glue

I tried to repair my igloo,

But I couldn’t make it make a good bond!

Just to be clear—

I too like beer,

Just like justice Kavanaugh;

But you be the judge,

I still believe the best fudge

Comes from Island Mackinaw.

So, try not to fret—

You’ll never regret—

That, who, or what is coming real soon:

For maybe next week,

Please, try not to freak,

Twilst be a visit from a certain Ms June!

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My Princess No Longer

We conquered mighty castles
Together, in blanquette or in the sand
Flew great heights on swings
Soared up Austin hills hand-in-hand

We shared in many battles:
Mastery in the great tragedy of Trigonometry,
Consumed Texas History and First Violin,
And developed a healthy skepticism of Allah and Deuteronomy

Some wars were personal:
The treachery of childhood friends;
While learning great truths—
That the means don’t always justify some ends

But today my princess walks ahead
Out of my guidance and out of my reach
No more to cavort on trampoline
Or harry stubborn castles on a beach

Her fresh adventure awaits—
Arm-in arm with her new young prince,
A meeting of Love and Good Sense;
She hasn’t been my princess since

But our regard hasn’t been stronger
Even if she is my princess no longer

Something Else

Ran out of red wine,
Ate all the almonds;
Ain’t this healthy living
Something else.

Managed a mile run;
Piled on the push-ups;
Ain’t this healthy living
Something else.

But I ain’t got you,
And no love is no good.
Aren’t you coming over?
Oh, if only you would.

Starting with several sit-ups;
Onto the overhead press.
Ain’t this healthy living
Something else.

Stemming the saturated fats;
Diving after the Vitamin D3.
Ain’t this healthy living
Something else.

But you’re still not here
As all these alleged muscles get sore.
To fully complete this course
Requires I be with you a whole lot more!

Don’t want any more red wine
And you can keep the nuts:
Please get over here—
No ifs, ands, or buts.

Ritardando

Chubby cheeked cherub
Racing with the wind and the cat,
All is simply simple.
All is hugs and parents’ smile.
Now homework weighs so much.
Nary a grin in quite a while.
How goes it?
We’ll see.
So she is now gone
Like a faded away chord.
The little angel has flown;
A young lady is now aboard.
How goes it?
We’ll see.

Now abed in New Burnt Oaks;
The white coat says six months or so.
Daughter is my power attorney—
Do you need anything Papa…no, baby, no.
But do you remember racing the wind?
But do you remember hugs all day?
I’m so sorry I can’t run with you now.
I’m sorry things have turned out this way.
How goes it?
We’ll see.

Now I am gone away
Like a faded away minor chord.
Daughter chases grandson across the yard.
Both are very much simply adored.
How will it all go?
You’ll see.